Grand Priest Novels & Stories

Now that they had a good look at the old man, both Carlos and Julian’s eyes widened as they muttered in unison, “That… That’s the leading priests from the Ringmasters of Obliteration!” “The Ringmasters of Obliteration?” asked Gerald who clearly wasn’t familiar with that name. As the leading priest gently stepped onto Gerald’s boat, he laughed before saying, “Indeed! As they said, I’m the leading priest! Regardless, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Crawford! If I recall correctly, you tested your power with the aid of the Sceolium a few days back, correct? Well, when the Ringmasters of Obliteration learned that there was yet another Chakra King in the world, they instantly grew excited!”

Lawrence said to me in a voice that conveyed the threat effectively. I gulped and didn't say anything. Brielle was still in custody of the werewolves. Lawrence seems to be the only one interested in getting her back, or maybe getting her back wouldn't foil his plans of coven domination. I was snapped back to the present when a cold hand touched mine. It was the hired high priestess. Why did her hands feel like death? “Good, I have your attention. Place your hand over here, you too, Grande Maestro,” we did as she asked and she began to chant. At first nothing was happening so I relaxed a little, then I was suddenly seized by fear.

He shook his head and gazed at the smaller boy of the two. “Please forgive the insolence of these children, Supreme Elder. I am Gregory, in charge of the outer disciples of the sect. I will see to it that they will be properly disciplined for their actions today.” Master Gregory softly spoke. He did not show disdain nor any disrespect in his voice or manner. The sect has stood up for countless years and they were many things but never blind. The designation of a Supreme Elder was never given to weaklings.

High Priest Julianus held the esteemed position as the leader of all divine priests, while High Priestess Genia commanded authority over the divine priestesses. These distinguished titles, accompanied by honorifics like "Your Excellency," "high priest," and "high priestess," signified their proficiency in performing invocations and their status as sages of the Moon Goddess. Each kingdom had the potential to produce a sage, whether in the form of a divine priest or a divine priestess. However, the coveted roles of the Moon Goddess's sage were exclusively bestowed upon two individuals.

“We have news about the ultimate god status. Do not worry. I'm sure that your grandmaster will see us once he knows that we are here for this.” The Eighth Elder also chimed in, “It’s true. He’ll definitely see us. Think about it. Your grandmaster is at the peak of the true god status. But he’s old now. I hear that he’s over seventy now. He can be stronger and faster than the rest of us, but even he can only await death if he does not break into the ultimate god status. The most important thing to him now is to break into the ultimate god realm and prolong his life…”

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

“They know things. The Katralls always find out. They have powers. Strange powers, High Priest.” The mouth of the High Priest remained in repose as the frustration and fury built within him. “But think, my Lord, just think of how the people would love you if you free us all from the disease of their Majesties, the Katralls. They allow the Galadon Knights to leech us of our heirs and sons with false tale of heroism and battle. They have strange powers that must be from an evil source, or all would be privy to them. Think on this, my Lord, if you give me the word, I can rid the world of the Katrall infection, as well as the lazy and treasonous Knights of Galadon,” the Priest added with

Asteria D´Angelo My head lulled, and I cursed the day I thought Mason could be a potential partner. Deep down, I knew he was just after me because of my status. He doesn´t care about me, and the main proof of that is that he is just not stopping, not caring a fuck about me not being willing to do this. I know about the prophecies Grandpa Maurice wrote about us. I am the Priestess. I am the one who can communicate directly with our goddess. I am a healer by nature, and I will have to fulfill our goddess´s special mission when the time comes.

She turned, shoulders shaking, ready to storm out— And froze. Her entire body went rigid, and when I turned to look toward the entrance of the hall, I understood why. An older man around my grandmothers age, stood there, his presence commanding, ethereal. A dedicated priest of the Moon Goddess, cloaked in the same colors of the moon phases, the faint shimmer of ancient power surrounding him. There were only a handful of priests left from the Ancestral Howls Pack. And from the look on my grandmother’s face, it was as if she had seen a ghost.

... The voice struck like lightning, silencing the hall. All eyes turned to the entrance, where an elderly man stood, leaning on a cane. Rupert Pittman stood tall, flanked by a group of bodyguards. His sharp gaze swept the room, softening with anguish when it landed on me. "Grandpa!" I cried out. Five years had aged him, his hair now fully gray, but his commanding presence hadn't dimmed. "Rupert?" Tessa gasped, the stick slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor.